life and puppies

This morning I was sitting on the floor with Bear when AO handed me a cup of coffee. Bear immediately became interested in the cup. Or the coffee. Or both. I was sitting cross-legged so, as she would reach for the cup, I would put it to one side of me. And then the other. And so on. She was gaining speed, though, so I had to change tactics. I began to place the cup behind me and then move it clockwise as she approached. The cup made one lap. Bear made one lap. The cup made a faster lap. Bear made a faster lap. After these two laps, my belly hurt from laughing. After three and a half laps, AO chimed in. “Why are you being so mean to her?” Shocked, I said, “What am I supposed to do? Give her the hot coffee?” “Yes,” he said. Hmm. Lucky for me, after the fourth lap, I didn’t have to decide between being accused of torturing her with my coffee game or giving her a second-degree burn. Bear had had enough and moved on to eating and babbling at Sophie.